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552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
